[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

"Make up for you, let you meet love...Cinderella Beauty Salon?" Diablo looked at the advertisement outside the beauty shop, and raised his eyebrows.

She had just heard that Japanese cosmetics are good, and wanted to go out and buy some. She often used Italian cosmetics, so it was time for a change.

She was actually amused by the slogan of this beauty salon, just putting on makeup can make others fall in love, who would believe it?

But anyway, it is a beauty salon, if you go directly to the cosmetics store, you may be cheated... Well, do you want to ask the beauty salon to recommend cosmetics?

Thinking about it this way, then someone just came out of the store, and the uniform she was wearing was not only seen before, but also worn. Isn't this the school uniform of Jousuke's school?

"Huh~" Followed by the female student was a blond woman wearing a light pink dress and a single ponytail, exhaling lightly, "Miss Yuhanako, you must keep the promise you made with me..."

"I see." The female student named Yuhanako didn't turn her head, just took a look at Diablo and left.

Diablo also looked over. The other party was a great beauty, and she did wear light makeup on her face, but beauty also depends on her facial features. She could see that even if the other party did not wear makeup, her appearance would not be the same detract.

After all, it is still an ordinary beauty shop, and the advertising slogans are all exaggerated.

"What's written on the sign is absolutely true. If you're interested, please come in, huh~" Seemingly knowing what Diablo was thinking, the blond woman gave her a meaningful look.

No lies?Diablo raised his eyebrows, looking at the back of the woman who turned to enter the door after speaking, is there any difference in Japanese cosmetics?

The woman's words aroused her interest, so it's okay to go in and have a look.

Well, the facilities here seem to be the same. Diablo entered the store and looked around. The facilities in beauty salons in Italy are basically available here.

"Welcome to Cinderella Beauty Salon. My name is Tsuji Aya, the owner and beauty therapist here." Tsuji Aya introduced herself and motioned Diablo to sit down. do not mind."

Diablo, who was sitting casually in front of the mirror, saw Aya Tsuji walk up behind him, who raised his hand to caress her face.

"I've never seen such a beauty... Huh~" Aya Tsuji bent down and looked at her sideways, her slightly drooping eyelids couldn't hide her fascination, "The charm of a mature woman is really beyond the reach of students ..."

"Really?" Diablo looked at her, and also reached out to caress her face, "Isn't the one in front of me right?"

Her hand stroked Aya Tsuji's cheek and moved to her chin, she rubbed her index finger, and went down her neck, her thin fingers were just caught by the other's deep groove that couldn't be concealed.

"The mouth is really sweet..." Aya Tsuji didn't mind her actions at all, she stood up with a light smile, and handed her the price list on the table.

"No, my purpose is not to put on makeup." Diablo didn't look at the watch.

"This place is different from ordinary beauty parlors. I am a beauty and body therapist who makes customers have happy faces." Aya Tsuji ignored her refusal, "People's fortunes will change because of their 'faces'."

As she spoke, she pushed the camera over, but when she was about to face Diablo, she was caught by Diablo's hand.

"I don't like people patting me very much." Diablo's eyes were a little cold, and he exerted a little force on his hand, and only let go after the other party let out a painful cry.

"...I was rude." Aya Tsuji rubbed her red wrist, but she was not angry, "You don't need a photo, I'll just look at your face, huh..."

Facial appearance is not so much makeup as it is more like prompting people to have plastic surgery. Simple makeup can't change those things that can't be captured.

The woman in front of him was staring at his face seriously, while Diablo was thinking about the unnaturalness here.

"It's...unbelievable..." After a while, Aya Tsuji spit out such a sentence, stroking her face with her hands, "What a perfect face, huh..."

It was too close, and Diablo could smell the slightest fragrance from the opponent's body.

"But..." Aya Tsuji changed the tone, "You are so perfect, why don't you want to? You can meet so many loves, but none of them are your favorite?"

"Heh, what are you talking about?" Diablo stood up, she was more than half a head taller than Aya Tsuji, and she was so close that she had to look down at her, "Their kind of...greedy and demanding feelings, can you Is it love?"

"Huh... that's it..." Aya Tsuji never left Diablo's eyes, as if she could see into her heart, "You don't trust anyone, so it's hard to have a result with anyone... No, 'Difficult' is a euphemism."

"Without trust, no matter whether it is love or friendship, it is impossible to maintain it and there will be no results."

"I think...you are here for a beauty salon, not a love consultation office?" Diablo was dissatisfied with her self-made exploration.

"Of course, my dream is to become a magician who can bring happiness to people like in Cinderella's story." Aya Tsuji couldn't help looking at her, "Although it is basically impossible to have a good result with love if you don't take the initiative to change your personality , but as the duty of a magician, I can help you once in a while, huh..."

Diablo sat down again. Originally, he wanted to come over and ask if there was any recommended cosmetics. Now that the other party talked to himself, it was impossible for the other party to tell her if he didn't practice it himself.

Well, it’s easier to understand by looking at it intuitively.

"Now that you've decided, just close your eyes, I can put on makeup for you now, huh..." Aya Tsuji wrapped the cloth around her.

"Close?" Diablo raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything I can't see?"

"This is my business secret, please understand."

"Oh, all right."

Diablo closed her eyes, but opened the epitaph, she wanted to see what tricks this woman could pull off.

What? !substitute! !

The epitaph clearly showed the picture a few seconds later—a stand-in with a pink main body and a rectangular indentation on the palm appeared behind Aya Tsuji.

Seeing that her guest had closed her eyes, Aya Tsuji released her stand-in, and just as she was about to make a move, the person sitting in front of her suddenly disappeared.

"Eh?...Hmm!" Feeling her neck being pinched from behind, Aya Tsuji instinctively turned her head.

"If you move again, I'll break your neck." The cold words came to her ears, and Aya Tsuji froze in fright. She knew that not only herself, but also her substitute had been strangled.

"You also have..." Aya Tsuji said with difficulty.

"I see, you don't rely on pure makeup, but use your double ability..." In this small town, there are quite a few double messengers... Diablo frowned, this is the so-called double messengers will attract each other what?What a nasty practice.

"I don't have any thoughts against you..." Aya Tsuji knew that this person was different from Yuhanako, and compared to him, he was infinitely more dangerous.

"I know, if it weren't for this, you would have died a long time ago." Diablo took back the Crimson King and did not do anything to her.

But since it's not a normal beauty salon, there's no need to stay any longer, thinking so, she turned and walked out the door.

"Ahem... wait!" She didn't expect Aya Tsuji to catch up.

"I hope you can think about what I said just now. I really want to help you."

"Oh?" Diablo turned around and looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Then, how about going to Italy with me?"

She deliberately showed a distressed look, "The person I love is in Italy. If I can't come to you often, how can I control this love?"

"Huh... That's really a pity. I like this small town very much. A peaceful life is very good. Italy won't suit me."

calm life?Are you Yoshikage Kira?

Diablo had heard Kira's remarks many times, and secretly complained.

"Then there is nothing to talk about. See you later."

"Try to trust..."

Diablo turned around, dismissed the other party's words behind his head, and thought about how to avoid being tricked when he bought cosmetics later.

As a result, my mind is full of what that woman said just now... Tsk, what a meddler!

It's better to go back after shopping. It's not his own place that always feels insecure. Thinking this way, Diablo bumped into someone after turning a corner.

"I'm sorry, are you okay...Eh? Is it you?"

What... Could it be that the woman who called herself a magician did something good?

Diablo looked at Kakyoin who was holding her waist in front of him to prevent him from falling, and was a little at a loss for words.

What kind of romance comic plot is this? !